This morning I rolled over a quarter turn,opened my eyes just enough to knowI had one hour left.Another quarter turn, and I laid on my back,Peacock nestled against me; together we were a piece of clockworkwith her measuring minutes,and me measuring hours.Her tiny white-tipped paws fit into my joints:elbow, shoulder, with her watch-spring tail between,as she too laid on her backwith my arm ticking away secondslike a pendulum against her belly.﻿

I've lived in Florida, Georgia, and now Virginia and you can really feel it in those states -- Florida feels hetrogenius, with everyone different and from elsewhere. Virginia feels more isolated and like they really rather would only consort with themselves, if possible.﻿